Chapter 48: The First Battle of a Cultivator (Please collect! Please recommend!)

  Zuo Haotian sneered with a smile, watching as the whirlpool drew closer and closer to Xia Lin, now less than a meter away.

  Despite having a cloak, the strong gust of wind still directly tore Xia Lin's clothes to shreds, even leaving several bloody gashes on his skin.

  A strong sense of suffocation came from the heart, panic reverberated in the mind, blood vessels burst on the skin, like a cruel slaughter, making him painful and hard to control.

  But also because of this, the physical pain made Xia Lin thoroughly wake up from his contemplation, and he was a little embarrassed about his reaction just now.

  "What makes Zuo Haotian so powerful is not because he's a Namer, but because his own strength is formidable!"

  "Cultivators will never be inferior to Sentients just because they are on the same level! The reason why Sentients are respected now is simply because there are too few Cultivators."

  "I'm being suppressed because I'm too weak! If I successfully activate my bloodline and become a cultivator, why would I be afraid of Nianzhe?"

  "I've already died once, will I still be afraid of death?"

  "If we let ourselves be slaughtered like this, would we be at peace? No, absolutely not! Even if we die, we must die with a bang, and cannot leave any regrets for ourselves!"

  The pain of the flesh makes Xia Lin's thoughts flash like lightning, quickly analyzing things clearly, and his low self-confidence rises again. The Broken Sky Fist runs at high speed in his body, and his eyes are clearer than ever before!

  "I! Absolutely! Not! Admit! Defeat!"

  "Boom!"

  It seemed that with the arrival of summer, a faint humming noise like the buzzing of mosquitoes came from within his body. As he rapidly circulated the Breaking Sky Fist technique, the blood vessels in his body were once again pushed forward by a tiny bit, and the last bit of blockage that had been stuck inside was finally released. Although it was very weak, and only progressed by a tiny bit, this was the last bit of blockage within Xia Lin's body.

  Sensing the changes within his body, Xia Lin's eyes flashed with wild joy, and his blood vessels were completely unblocked!

  The final one percent, complete.

  The blood vessels have opened up completely, one hundred percent!

  The bloodline of the ancient barbarian tribe is fully activated, and the power of the bloodline is completely released!

  "Boom!"

  A majestic aura suddenly emanated from Xia Lin, an ancient and boundless majesty as if descending from the heavens. Accompanied by a deafening roar, Xia Lin was enveloped by a sky filled with bloody energy.

  Xia Lin could easily feel the voice transmitted from within his body, and the powerful bloodline force began to roar inside him.

  At this time, his body was like a vast ocean, all the powers were fully integrated, and the Breaking Heaven Key no longer struggled in that one thread of channel. Every time it ran a cycle, Xia Lin could feel the increase in power.

  Under the guidance of this inexplicable energy, the Breaking Sky Fist ran for a hundred cycles in an instant, and the blood aura surrounding him was completely absorbed, while the power inside his body was thoroughly stabilized.

  Finally broke through!

  Cultivator's first realm, Refining Blood Realm!

  Carefully sensing it, Xia Lin was shocked and exclaimed, "Ten times! The power at this moment is at least ten times that of before!"

  That's the power of the cultivator.

  In terms of pure strength, the Nen users and the martial artists are fundamentally unable to contend with each other!

  The power of Xia Lin's feelings in her heart is just that when it falls into other people's eyes, it's not the same thing.

  Lu'er covered her small mouth, and her face was full of tears. Just a moment ago, she saw the whirlpool approaching Young Master, and then Young Master's body was suddenly enveloped in a bloody mist. Remembering the scene where the crow was torn apart earlier, Lu'er's face turned deathly pale.

  Sun Zhong and the other mountain stronghold disciples also looked at this scene with a face full of grief and indignation. The young master of the prestigious Black Wind Stronghold was going to fall here because of this inexplicable monster? Until now, they still had no idea that they were facing a Nianzhe, one of the strongest beings revered throughout the continent of Shen Zhou! Normally speaking, places like Linjiang City would never have a Nianzhe appear, let alone such a remote place near Black Wind Stronghold. It was normal that they had never seen one before.

  The only one who felt something was off was Zuo Haotian. Looking at Xia Lin, who was shrouded in a bloody mist, he keenly sensed that something was not quite right. He had caught the sudden appearance and disappearance of an aura earlier, but what exactly was that power?!

  "Boom!"

  The blood mist returned and was absorbed into Xia Lin's body. His power stabilized, and Xia Lin made his move without hesitation.

  Lingfeng Palm, Tenth Palm!

  This far surpasses the power of Lingfeng's first-class martial skills, and at this time it is completely bursting out. With the tenth palm driven by the Blood Refining Realm, the thick blood energy in the body shakes violently, pouring endlessly into the palm, and then transforms into an invisible force pushing forward.

  "Whoosh——"

  There was no deafening roar, nor a strong shockwave. Instead, it sounded like the tearing of hemp cloth. The terrifying pale blue vortex was torn apart by Xia Lin as if it were a piece of paper painting.

  Easy as pie!

  "What?!"

  "How is this possible?" Zuo Haotian looked at the scene in incredulity, "This is my ultimate technique, how could it fail? You're just a small cultivator of the 9th layer of Qi Refining, how could you...?!"

  Xia Lin sneered, "Pitiful guy, even until now he still hasn't discovered that he is a cultivator. Looking at him with the eyes of a martial artist, it's no wonder his strength can't be seen."

  "There must be some treasure on you, right?" Zuo Haotian's eyes suddenly lit up, "It must be some kind of mysterious treasure, maybe even a magical artifact."

  Zuo Haotian licked his lips, "After using it once, I suppose you've run out of power already. Using a transcendent-grade Xuanbao and Nianqi beyond your level, what power do you have left? Let me see if you can still dodge!"

  "Ichimonji: Genshiryoku no Arashi!"

  "Boom!"

  The long sword spun, the white mang pierced through the sky, and the same pale blue color reappeared, with the same move coming out again, still bursting with a terrifying power. Only this time was different, after Left Hao Tian finished his move, his entire mind soul shook slightly, his mental energy was about to be exhausted.

  Obviously, such a powerful move was still somewhat difficult for him.

  "Ah."

  Xia Lin let out a sigh, for Zuo Hao Tian and also for himself.

  Twice, only able to urge twice with one's mind technique, this shows that Zuo Haotian is simply just a beginner in the way of the mind! Can't even be considered a strong practitioner!

  Sighing for himself was because he almost got defeated by a novice cultivator just now, which made his confidence collapse!

  "It's over."

  Xia Lin silently repeated Zuo Hao Tian's words from earlier, and once again burst out, without any suspense, tearing apart the pale blue vortex once more!

  Easy as pie!

  "Hmm."

  Zuo Haotian let out a cold snort and turned to flee, his white soul speeding away at an incredible velocity that left others unable to react in time. At the speed Xia Lin had just broken through to, if the distance was opened up, it would be impossible to catch up.

  "Want to run away?"

  A hint of mockery flashed at the corner of Xia's mouth. Fine, I was just thinking of trying out this move to see its current power.

  "Every step!"

  Splash!

  A flash of light enveloped Xia's body, and he suddenly took three large strides forward, covering a distance that was several times greater than the faint inch he had previously managed. These short three steps intercepted Li Hao Tian's figure just as he was about to take off.

  This time, Xia Lin didn't hesitate at all, his body suddenly burst out and charged towards Zuo Haotian's soul.

  "Crack!"

  Xia Lin's right hand grasped tightly, pinching Li Hao Tian's neck.

  "Summer is coming, you dare! Behind me is a school of thought, my sect will not let you go." Zuo Haotian said unwillingly.

  "Kill you and no one will know." Xia Lin sneered, throwing a punch that shattered Zuo Haotian's soul.

  "Whoosh——"

  The white mist dissipated in the air, becoming invisible and leaving no trace.

  It's all over!

  In an instant, the surroundings fell silent, and everyone stared at Xia Lin. At a time when they thought Xia Lin was doomed to die, this young master staged another fantasy-level feast! With absolute strength, he slaughtered his enemies. Although no one knew what that ghostly monster was, no one would ever doubt Xia Lin's strength again. As they looked at Xia Lin, the disciples automatically added a halo of divinity around him, vowing to follow him to death!

  "Master... indeed a master." Green said to herself, watching the young master defeat his opponent with ease. She didn't have too many thoughts about it.

  The only thing that's exciting is, Master... nothing happened, it's all good.

  "Hahaha!"

  At this moment, a burst of maniacal laughter drew everyone's attention, and they were shocked to see that Zuo Haotian, who had been sitting cross-legged in the distance, suddenly stood up!

  His soul was shattered, but he himself didn't die!

  "You fools, how would you know the power of the reader!" Zuo Haotian burst out laughing and fled into the distance, his speed so fast that no one could catch up to him.

  Zuo Haotian's words caused a huge stir among the crowd, as they had long heard of the legend of the Nians and everyone would test their own Nian talent to see if they could ascend to heaven in one step. Unfortunately, however, not one of them met this condition.

  Of course, if someone has reached this level, they are no longer here at this time, but that doesn't prevent them from understanding the power of the reciter!

  The cultivator's starting point is the Ling Hun Realm, equivalent to the Wu Zhe's Qi Xuan Realm and the Xiū Zhě's Lian Xue Realm!

  However, the combat power itself must be stronger than that of the Cyclone Realm. As for cultivators, it's not just about having a terrifying physical talent, but also needing corresponding inherited skills, so they have long been ignored.

  "Thinker! He's actually a Thinker!"

  "The cultivator has made a breakthrough and departed from his soul, we just faced such a powerful enemy!"

  "Wait, so you're saying that Young Master has already entered the Qi Xuan Realm?"

  Young Master!

  Sun Zhong walked over with a look of reverence on his face. After glancing at Xia Lin, he said with some concern, "Young Master, that guy, that cultivator..."

  Xia Lin raised her head and took a look, Zuo Hao Tian had already run far away, seemingly about to disappear from view.

  "If we let this guy run away, our troubles may be even greater." Sun Zhong said in a low voice.

  Xia Lin smiled and shrugged his shoulders, saying: "I know, but what can I do? I couldn't catch up with him, so I could only watch him run away."

  Sun Zhong smiled wryly as he looked at the young master, who still had an air of nonchalance about him. But that was a formidable opponent! Even if the young master could defeat him, what about his fellow disciples? What about their master? Thinking back to the last time they encountered Qing Shan Men, Sun Zhong felt a chill run down his spine. If not for the young master's exceptional strength, they might have been invited to Qing Shan Men for a "tea party" from which they might not have returned.

  Xia Lin couldn't help but smile as she looked at him, "Don't worry, haven't you noticed that someone is missing?"

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